Creeps
She crawls: wobbly, tortoise-like, lifting her arms way up in the air before unsteadily placing each hand and watching the ground beneath her.
She slides: shuffles silently room to room, a gleam in her eye, beside herself with excitement for the next new thing, overturning laundry baskets, opening cabinets, pulling videos and CDs off the shelf, reaching for sisters' toys, pulling the tape off still-not-unpacked boxes.
She laughs: oh so very proud of herself, bubbling over with her own big-girl-ness, delighting and creeping and wrapping many around her little finger, smiling and chuckling and charming her way into every heart.
If you look behind her, you'll see the tiny baby that she was; if you look ahead, you'll only see the curls that are forming at the neckline on the back of her head, and the blurry motion with which she is moving ever toward "older baby" or perhaps even "toddler". (Soon?)
Little C, where did you go? Mama wants to scoop you up and hold you one more time before you creep away from me.
She slides: shuffles silently room to room, a gleam in her eye, beside herself with excitement for the next new thing, overturning laundry baskets, opening cabinets, pulling videos and CDs off the shelf, reaching for sisters' toys, pulling the tape off still-not-unpacked boxes.
She laughs: oh so very proud of herself, bubbling over with her own big-girl-ness, delighting and creeping and wrapping many around her little finger, smiling and chuckling and charming her way into every heart.
If you look behind her, you'll see the tiny baby that she was; if you look ahead, you'll only see the curls that are forming at the neckline on the back of her head, and the blurry motion with which she is moving ever toward "older baby" or perhaps even "toddler". (Soon?)
Little C, where did you go? Mama wants to scoop you up and hold you one more time before you creep away from me.
Slow down, there! I can't keep up!
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